SQUAM Lake, New Hampshire. View from the hidden rock I found to rest and dream.Discover
Wander
Capture
Really trust this troubled heart
Tiny birds have wings
but freely fly
Listen for the wonder
Let open hands fall
Perhaps that old feeling is real
But today let go
Transform
Travel
Eyes open
Pondering
Feeling
Loving
This poem was written at SQUAM Art Workshops in Misty Mawns painting class. I think it describes the transformation that happened while I was there.
